It’s raining cats and dogs The cemetery is embraced by the fog Night of dead babies, would you cross the line Until the dawn, until the dawn
Rise of your black rose It’s funeral time It is closing curse No time to cry
When bitter moon turns red for beast Ten sharpened nails against you fists Your tomb is ready, you’re hurted swan It’s funeral time, lay down, come on
Rise of your black rose It’s funeral time It is closing curse No time to cry
Close your eyes for the one last time No mercy here, inside the line Fallen angels sing infernal song You will turn into a dead black swan
Like wicked serpent on the apple tree Satan’s womb will born you free A poisoned virgin’s suicide It’s funeral time, no time to hide
Rise of your black rose It’s funeral time It is closing curse No time to cry
Now you are buried by your dreadful sins Raven whispers silent: “six six six” Crimson tears keep falling on the ground Every midnight is the funeral time